Como dijo el rey

Desde el disco, que el cielo espere sentao.

Melendi - Como dijo el rey


Nunca supo atarle los cordones a la vida
Ni desabrocharle los botones a la puta la vecina
No quería a la vida porque
La vida a el no lo quería
Y cosiendo su alma rota la fué dando por perdida
Como dijo el Rey, Sabina

Su corazón en FA sostenido por alambres
Su protector factor siete contra la hipocresía
De esa gente sin alma que pierde la calma con la cocaína
Como dijo el Rey, Sabina


Y en la soledad
De tenerte cerca o lejos que más me da
Yo quise reir
Y sin querer me puse a llorar


Nunca supo verle
Una rosa a las espinas
Y para dormir
Atracaba la farmacia de la esquina
No sabía de penas
Porque una pena era en sí su vida
Y encontró en un paso cebras
La mujer que fué su ruina
Como dijo el Rey, Sabina

Su corazón en FA sostenido por alambres
Su protector factor siete contra la hipocresía
De esa gente sin alma que pierde la calma con la cocaína
Como dijo el Rey, Sabina

Y en la soledad
De tenerte cerca o lejos que más me da
Yo quise reir
Y sin querer me puse a llorar.

Su corazón en FA sostenido por alambres
Su protector factor siete contra la hipocresía
De esa gente sin alma que pierde la calma con la cocaína
Como dijo el Rey, Sabina

Y en la soledad
De tenerte cerca o lejos que más me da
Yo quise reir
Y sin querer me puse a llorar.

Y en la soledad
De tenerte cerca o lejos que más me da
Yo quise reir
Y sin querer me puse a llorar.

Las malditas golondrinas

Para mi una de las mejores canciones en Retales de Carnaval.

Nena Daconte - (Cuando mueren) Las malditas golondrinas


Cada día un poco más despacio,
pero sin embargo siempre vuelvo a comenzar...
Depués de una frase bonita al oido
como cualquier aspirante desconocido
me pongo a llorar.
Inesperada sensación la de estar sola,
con tanta gente alrededor...
Lo de antes, lo de siempre,
lo de ahora, todo junto, me hace delirar.
A borrachera diaria se me olvida
que hay que regresar.

Cuando mueren las malditas golondrinas
ya no vuelven nunca a la ciudad.
Los montones de momentos que pasé
contigo a solas ya no volverán.
Cuando mueren las malditas golondrinas
ya no vuelven nunca a la ciudad.
Los montones de momentos que pasé
contigo a solas ya no volverán.

"Es que no entiendes que en la vida, princesita,
también hay que aprender a ganar";
Me dijo un caballero inglés
perdido en Buenos Aires que ahora vive en Madrid.

Yo le dije al invierno que en otoño
algunas estrellas ya las vi pasar,
desnuda por la calle en primavera,
ya no hay flores que plantar.

Cuando mueren las malditas golondrinas
ya no vuelven nunca a la ciudad.
Los montones de momentos que pasé
contigo a solas ya no volverán.

Como un potro desbocado, indigente,
denostado y sin aire ya...
Alargando al máximo cada suspiro
en las subidas de felicidad.

a ras de suelo

Uno de los inéditos en el disco De parsonas a personas.

El canto del loco - Vivir a ras de suelo


Lejos, no quiero volver
Que ya no quiero más cielo
Quiero aterrizar
Quiero descansar
Poder tocar el suelo

Cerca, me quiero ver
Que ya me da miedo el cielo
Quiero respirar
Quiero acariciar
Poder tocar el suelo

Y mañana cuando nadie quede aquí
Cuando todo se convierta en algo gris
Que esta luz que tanto brilla vea al fin
Quedara lo que hubo siempre

Quiero vivir la vida a ras de suelo
Quiero notar que soy el más pequeño
No quiero volar
Y no quiero más vuelos
Quiero vivir, quiero mirar

Lejos, no volveré
Me hice daño en el cielo
No quiero pensar
Quiero regresar
Poder tocar el suelo

Cerca, me quedare
Buscando mí estrella en el suelo
Este es mi lugar
Este es mi hogar
Sentirme más pequeño

Y ya está, tengo mi espada
Batallar a nada
Otro nuevo camino
Que nace ahora en mí
Llegar al sitio que buscaba
Secuencia terminada
Para mi

Quiero vivir la vida a ras de suelo
Quiero notar que soy el más pequeño
No quiero volar
Y no quiero más vuelos
Quiero vivir
Quiero vivir la vida a ras de suelo
Quiero notar que soy el más pequeño
No quiero volar
Que no quiero mas, no quiero mas
Quiero vivir, quiero mirar
Quiero sentir, quiero tocar
Yo quiero vivir, quiero mirar
Quiero volver, quiero parar
No quiero correr, quiero pensar
Quiero acariciar
Yo quiero vivir, quiero luchar
quiero mirar, quiero ganar

Mi ultimo dia en la tierra

Desde su ultimo trabajo, canta Green Day. Es muy, muy bonita la canción, la letra, más aun. Os lo aseguro.

Green Day - Last night on earth


I text a postcard sent to you
Did it go through?
Sending all my love to you
You are the moonlight of my life every night
Giving all my love to you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles 'til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my love to you

With every breath that I am worth
Here on earth
I'm sending all my love to you
So if you dare to second guess
You can rest assured
That all my love's for you

My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles 'til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my love to you

My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles 'til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
Did I ever make it through?

Eminem, Dido & Stan

Sábado en la semana de Eminem. Y como no, la Grandisíma colaboración de Dido en Stan de Eminem. Increible canción. Increíble videoclip.

Eminem & Dido - Stan


My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I...
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window...
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad...

Sábado en la semana de Eminem. Y como no, la Grandisíma colaboración de Dido en Stan de Eminem. Increible canción. Increíble videoclip.

Eminem & Dido - Stan


My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I...
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window...
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad...

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I...
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window...
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad...

Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'am call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I,
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window,
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad...

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you
you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan. P.S.
We should be together too

y tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I,
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window,
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad...

Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Slim; Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?

y tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I,
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window,
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad...

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
and here's an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg,
c'mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!

Eminem sing for...

Martes en la semana de Eminem. theSpiritofSwim se estrena con Sing for the moment. Steven Tyler, de Aerosmith hace los coros.

Eminem - Sing for the moment


These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
to see him walkin around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
when he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
and broke his nose, his house is a broken home
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go

C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
Sing for the year (Sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Sing it with me, Just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unnholy, only have one homie
Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin on corners and porches just rappin
to havin a fortune, no more kissin ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
to get they hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin to me religiously
So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense B!
It's all political, if my music is literal
and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a fist that hit you!

C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
Sing for the year (Sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (sing with me)
Sing it with me, Just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols
and they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool
Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin
to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing
except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes
That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spiritslive on
through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...

Sing with me (Sing!)
Sing for the year (Sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Sing it with me, Just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

Faro de Lisboa

Enrique Bunbury y Revolver - Faro de Lisboa


Yo que recorro los mares
y que palmo a palmo el mundo
de un confín a otro confín
Hoy tomo mi último rumbo
desde mi cuerpo hasta el tuyo
desde donde estoy a ti.
Tú que recorres Lisboa
y sus calles y sus fondas
con hombres de una sola vez
Tú serás mi último puerto
para amarrarme a tu alma
y solo yo vivir en él.

Faro que alumbras al mundo por encima de la tempestad
devuélveme la esperanza y que brille mi estrella
pero no en soledad oye mi voz mi última oportunidad
faro que alumbras al mundo alumbra mi vida.

Fotos y cartas marchitas
de cuando planes y sueños
aún vivían en su piel
Dos vidas en dos maletas
entre Lisboa y Madrid
en una estación de tren.
Él se durmió para siempre
con su billete en la mano
en un banco del andén
Y ella se apagó de golpe
como se apaga una vela
después del amanecer.

Faro que alumbras al mundo por encima de la tempestad
devuélveme la esperanza y que brille mi estrella
pero no en soledad oye mi voz mi última oportunidad
faro que alumbras al mundo alumbra mi vida.

...música...

Hoy reposan en silencio
uno siempre junto al otro
aunque en alma y en papel
Por fin se unieron sus vidas
volcando las dos maletas
sobre su mar a la vez.
Otra historia como tantas
de amor y de mala suerte
y se un destino traidor
Pero en el puerto en Lisboa
cuando la luna te aplasta
alguien canta esta canción.

Faro que alumbras al mundo por encima de la tempestad
devuélveme la esperanza y que brille mi estrella
pero no en soledad oye mi voz mi última oportunidad
faro que alumbras al mundo alumbra mi vida.

Forever and always, I'm always here

Estaba buscando algo con que sorprender. Una banda sonora que fuera única. Pensé varias veces en Titanic o Tiburón, entre otras. Al final me decanté por la canción de Jimi Jamison, vocalista de Survivor, mundialmente conocidos por su Eye of the tiger.

La serie de la que hablo, tuvo como su primera banda sonora 'Save me' de Peter Cetera, pero pronto fue substituida por I'm always here.

Nos os tenga más con el misterio. Esto son Los Vigilantes de la Playa.

Jimi Jamison - I'm always here


Some people stand in the darkness
Afraid to step into the light
Some people need to have somebody
On the edge of surrenders inside

Don't you worry,
it's gonna be alright
'cause I'm always ready
I won't let you outta my sight

(I'll be ready) I'll be ready
(Whenever you fear) oh don't you fear
(I'll be ready)
Forever and always, I'm always here

In us we all have the power
But sometimes it's so hard to see
And it's still stronger than reason
It's just human nature to me

Don't you worry,
it's gonna be alright
'cause I'm always ready
I won't let you outta my sight

(I'll be ready) I'll be ready
(Whenever you fear) oh don't you fear
(I'll be ready)
Forever and always, I'm always here

'cause I'm always ready
I won't let you outta my sight

(I'll be ready) I'll be ready
(Whenever you fear) oh don't you fear
(I'll be ready)
Forever and always, I'm always here
Forever and always, I'm always here

ANIVERSARIUM 2010

Empieza un nuevo año y Grandes Colaboraciones cumple hoy un año de existencia.
Para esta ocasión he elegido un tema con mucho sentimiento y un gran letra. Esto es Camino de Madrid.

Pedro Javier Hermosilla y Antonio Orozco - Camino De Madrid


Tu abrazo es el aire que hace
que se infle el alma,
pero mi cuerpo es pequeño y no cabe tanta.
Tu boca es una mentira
que no miente nunca.
Es una mentira porque no hay,
una boca como la tuya.

La lagrima que te sale,
la guardaría.
Pa que no tuvieras pena
y usaras siempre la misma.
Te quiero abrazar de noche
por si de dia
No puedes estar conmigo,
y con tu olor me conformaría.

Me acuerdo de ti
Camino de madrid,
Las cuatro gotas de un otoño que recien llegó,
Sacó la ropa de sus maletas,
Y se instaló.

Y llegaste tu,
Y llenaste de luz,
Las rejas viejas de la baranda de mi balcón,
Que hacia tiempo que no iluminaba
Mi habitación.

La casa donde nací.
La casa donde nací.

Esa lágrima que te sale
La guardaría,
Pa que no tuvieras pena
Y usaras siempre la misma,
Te quiero abrazar de noche
Por si de dia
No puedes estar conmigo
Y con tu olor me conformaria.

Y me acuerdo de ti,
Camino de Madrid,
Las cuatro gotas de un otoño que recién llegó,
Sacó la ropa de sus maletas,
Y se instaló.

Y llegaste tu,
Y llenaste de luz,
Las rejas viejas de la baranda de mi balcón
Que hacia tiempo que no iluminaba
Mi habitación.

Me acuerdo de ti,
Camino de madrid,
Las cuatro gotas de un otoño que recien llegó,
Sacó la ropa de sus maletas,
Y se instaló

Y llegaste tu,
Y llenaste de luz
Las rejas viejas de la baranda de mi balcón
Que hacia tiempo que no iluminaba,
Mi habitacion

La casa donde nací.
La casa donde nací.
La casa donde nací.
La casa donde nací.